On a pure may morning
adorned
with the morning star above
and the jewellery of dew
sunning up the ground,
that bastard ate my boy.

And why?

We gave them the gift
of domesticity
and presented
our hearts, homes and trust
but still he ate my child,
scranned
my wife’s last fragile faith
in life; in a way
he savaged her as well, post- mortem,
and now she too is gone.

She never speaks but hears
everything; the glistening of glass
on a midnight window pane,
the click of mad doubt on a dead
phone line
the surety of anger in the past,
and, her eyes closed, she waits
for the tell-tale hourglass pulse
of certainty.

But when I stayed the pendulum
with flesh and affection
she heard the future like a bull
rushing toward us
and the sound
was enough t...

The stained glass murmuring faces, reflected beasts
on their day off, holiday-
makers grinning sideways
first dates
dumb with hope
they stare
as if audient
to themselves
whisper of shaded bones, say
‘when I die
I want my bones unpainted
on display
which of course they will be
so distant people know
the monsters we are now.’

He has not seen the sun
in weeks, the cameras peep
from their voyeuristic
glory-holes.
He woke up screaming from a dream or
nightmare; there is no difference
anymore and his bones are chewed
like dog-toys. A mist
shades the room from daily rituals,
the smoke of thoughts hang dank
and the hiss of friendly strangers
claws the room
in search of hurt lest they be happy
and the world be i...

Crows covered in slugs and owls’ blood
under clouds of mildew.
Green-bleak the stars,
feed for aeon’s monsters.
The sky black silk,
somehow unfinished yet thick
with thoughts, each cloud
deadly resonating,
buzzing in the shroud
of each soul screaming
a ghostly symphony
and the skeleton orchestra
begins to peel the Earth,
the core an eye forever
burnt to a crisp.

I know a lot of people post shit online for attention or validation but this is something else altogether. I’ve tried to come to terms with it on my own but none if it makes sense and I was wondering if any of my friends could shine some light on it.

I was visiting a girl I’d me online called Emma down south on a train to Norwich a few weeks ago, the train packed as always, and I made my way do...